In the deepest part of my soul
I felt the blow of your words.
Helpless I allow a crusty seal
cover my pain.
Closing my heart away. I draw a veil
over our past.
My stubborn heart grasping for love.
as I parade my classy bones.
Hitting rock bottom,
I become like a flapper.
The pressure of the dance
catches me unawares
like a wire in my blood.
eye sockets red raw
from tears.
Fortune finds me,
twice as lost and even more alone
The sadness spills from your write. I hope you have a loving hand to help to dry your tears. Painfully sweet...PEACE
Such a sad poem Noreen, I hope that your experience makes you stronger.
wow. i guess your " Fortune" was BAD! of course i realize you may have (i hope you have) made up this story (or borrowed it from someone else's life) . maybe from one of my ex's? ? ? i would add " to" before " cover my pain" are you OLD enough to have been a " flapper" ? ? to MyPoemList bri :)
WOW! This poem is a psychodrama and the ending offers no easy closure. There is a burden of suffering which the speaker apparently must endure. She can't escape it, and it won't be lifted from her. But I hope I'm right in seeing her as a worthy person who accepts what is imposed without bitterness or anger. She is going through the refiner's fire - that phrase is from Handel's Messiah - and will surely be cleansed and renewed. But you show the suffering is very real and very painful. Must it be so?
A poignant tale, beautifully expressed. I think that one has to experience such loss to be able to describe it so vividly. Another lovely poem.
Beautiful poem though a painful one...You have expressed pain so beautifully, it seems that it just poured out from your heart...... Loved reading each lines.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry for the lost love...but guess nothing is as therapeutic as throwing those words out there..it helps to relieve, just as it is helping me through my own dance as well..